Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Fiction.
The Earth Princess
In the mauve and metal city, suspended in the black recess of space, a lone figure sits tucked away in a tiny room on the edge of the floating colossus. The room, manufactured in steel but draped in reds and browns and greens, is warmed in a scale called Fahrenheit to a temperature alien to the city-dwellers. It is here where the fate of an obsolescent race – once rulers of a bygone planet – remains safely in stasis, but it is here, too, where its fate is eventual.
By Calvin Rose5 years ago in Fiction
Beginning of the End
June 1, 2043: The move went well, and without much fuss from the kids. Which was shocking considering all the commotion going on. I was sure the disaster sirens would have made it impossible to keep them calm, but I was wrong. I guess Penny and I prepared them enough on the evacuation plan afterall.
By Victoria Mousseau5 years ago in Fiction
Of Paperclips and Printshops
Katy stood in the drizzling rain and eyed the back door of the shop dubiously. Her hands and feet were cold, and she was beginning to wonder if any of this was a good idea. Beside her, Cornwell pursed his lips as if whistling a tune, but no sound came out.
By charlotte meilaender5 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Oblivion
In a sad twist of fate, the ringing in her ears brought bittersweet peace for a moment. The sound of another bomb disfiguring the land wasn’t as scary anymore, as it was now expected. She had dealt with the torment of not knowing if the people she loved were alive. She had dealt with the destruction of her childhood home, her favorite book store, and the delicious Thai restaurant down the street. Honestly, there just wasn’t anything left to mourn.
By Arin G Lohr5 years ago in Fiction
Unlucky
Back and forth. Back and forth. Hung from the very tip of my little finger, the necklace swung, like the pendulum of a ticking clock. Attached to the chain was a small, unassuming pendant. A heart. Quite plain, apart from a single rhinestone in the middle. I liked it anyway. It shined so brightly it could mesmerize even the strongest wills. I liked to watch the flickering lights of the train reflect in its smooth surface, bouncing around like glittering sunbeams on water.
By Natalia Martin5 years ago in Fiction
THE LADY IN THE BEACH HOUSE
I never knew what to think of doomsday, the end of the world, or what it all meant. Many stories have been written about the end of times, a life beyond, fantasy, science fiction, and I never understood dystopia until I got a job as a toll collector on the beach. The first time that I had seen the ocean, I was in awe, amazed, and lost in its infinity. I knew that this was where I wanted to be. It all began one day when I had met a woman, Labella. She was tall, thin, and very attractive. She wore a long beach dress which flowed in the wind. She was laden in dangling earrings, necklaces, and rings on all of her fingers. She lived in a large house on the beach which resembled a castle.
By Alfred Jendrasik5 years ago in Fiction
Chaos Spared
The head of Jerrick’s ax drops swiftly down through the old log, sending the two halves dropping off either side of the woodblock. He places another upon it, and swings again with the same force and precision. It is a skill and muscle memory he had developed well in the past few years. He brings his forearm up to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing the moisture that had accumulated in his underarms. He looks to the sun high in the sky, before looking out at the desert horizon.
By Luke Dalton5 years ago in Fiction
Love Is Doom
It all started in the charity shop that was at the end of the lane, run by an eccentric old man who had something hidden behind his eyes. Sarah Hudson had come to the shop in search of a golden heart shaped locket that was placed in the window a week prior. For her and Mark’s annsivary was coming up. It was a quiet dimly lit shop, to a point where Sarah could hardly make out anything that was housed on the shelves. Through what she did see made her shiver, for there were jars which appeared to have heads in, and artifacts like golden goblets and diamond jewels which seemed twisted. She decided against looking for the locket herself, instead she turned to the old man who was standing behind the desk.
By Adam Allen5 years ago in Fiction
Catch Me
Tessa Faye couldn’t stop her body or her heart from plummeting to the dark waters below strewn with jagged rocks. Her auburn hair flew up around her face as she closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her. She knew no one would save her, but that didn’t stop her from sending out a prayer to any deity that would hear her out. As her silent prayers reached out to the high heavens, she grasped the rosary around her neck and clutched it for dear life for the first time in her life. Tessa wasn’t a religious girl, but at this moment she was willing to believe in anything to save herself.
By Ashley Whitehead5 years ago in Fiction
